Reborn American Giants

A dark Mercedes-Benz 500 sel was shuttling through the streets of San Salvador. Victor was driving alone in the car, heading towards Campa City. It was still raining heavily outside the window. Victor grabbed the steering wheel and looked at the headlights through the continuous rain.

It can reach about one meter in front of the car, so the rain is too heavy.

Campa City is in the south of San Salvador. If Santa Tecla is the urban area of ​​San Salvador, then Campa City is the urban-rural fringe of San Salvador. There are several small slums here, controlled by the Trout Gang.

In his hands, Victor declined Sorvino's suggestion to assign him more bodyguards and drove over by himself.

With so many people, the target is too big, so it’s better to go alone and not draw attention to yourself.

Victor looked at the street signs all the way, looking for No. 230 Kalmar Street. The street signs in such a bad place were in disrepair and the government didn't care about it, so the handwriting was blurred. There were also many intersections where there were no street signs at all.

Victor drove along the road and saw a group of people gathered under the awning of a shop in front of him. He slowly pulled over and was about to get out of the car and ask for directions, but when he got closer, he saw

, are a group of gangsters with "m18" tattooed all over their bodies, so Victor quickly stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

Victor didn't want people to find his "body" in a sewer or alley the next day. Gangs were rampant in San Salvador, and murder was commonplace, not to mention robbery. If you get out of the car alone and ask for directions, it's clear.

Tell this group of Trout Gang members that they are outsiders. If they don't take action, Victor will doubt their IQ.

Continuing to move forward slowly, passing through more than a dozen houses without lights, Victor finally saw a diagonally inserted wooden sign at an intersection. It read No. 23, Kama Street crookedly. It was a bit old, and the writing on it was

A few of them were no longer visible, and Victor guessed that this might be where they were.

Turning the car onto this road, it seems to be an abandoned industrial factory? The dilapidated steel structure factory building has huge high windows with half of the glass left. Weeds are overgrown. Both the window sill and the house are covered with a layer of rust.

, it seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time.

The road was made of cement. Due to lack of maintenance, it was full of potholes and puddles everywhere. Since he had no vision, Victor drove around carefully. God knows how deep these puddles were.

It was dark on both sides of the road. Victor looked around and complained.

"This Blanco is really weird, putting the meeting place in such a place where birds don't poop." A trace of light was revealed from the window of a factory in the distance. Victor estimated that it might be that place. Putting the car

Slowly approaching, the headlights of the car flashed, and Victor noticed several cars parked on the roadside.

Before Victor could get close, four people in raincoats walked out from the door of the factory. One of them walked to Victor's car in the heavy rain, made two "dong dong" sounds, knocked on his car window twice, and then motioned for Victor to get out of the car.

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"I'm here to see Mr. Blanco," Victor lowered the car window and stuck his head in. The man in the raincoat looked like a security guard or something. He was wearing a gray raincoat, and his face was buried in a hat. His appearance couldn't be clearly seen.

But Victor could see the rifle clearly.

The man in the raincoat didn't say anything, and waved Victor to get out of the car. The other three men put down the rifles on their backs, held the flat ends in their hands, and pointed the muzzles at Victor's car, as if they were ready to shoot if anything happened.

Victor had no choice but to open the door and get out of the car. He was immediately drenched by the heavy rain. The man in the raincoat pressed his rifle against his chest and reached for his waist. Victor grabbed the man's arm and twisted it hard.

Turning him around, his thick right arm tightly strangled the raincoat man's neck. Seeing this, the other three quickly raised the rifles in their hands to their chests and aimed at Victor. As long as he made the next move, they would

They will definitely put holes in Victor's body.

"Minister Blanco, I am V, we have met before, Papa sent me to see you." Victor shouted loudly, and his voice passed through the rain curtain into the brightly lit factory building.

Victor had figured it out before he came. Sorvino still relies on him now, so he will not deal with Victor. Blanco is a standard politician type figure. The standard pursued by such people is that they have no benefit to themselves.

There was no conflict of interest between Victor and him, so it was impossible for Blanco to attack him, so Victor agreed to come to the meeting on Sorvino's behalf, but now, Victor felt a sense of dissatisfaction in his heart.

Good hunch.

Soon, a figure appeared at the door of the factory. Through the rain curtain, Victor vaguely heard the other person's voice.

"What are you doing? Put down the gun." Victor discovered that the figure was Blanco's close confidant Dario. He shouted to the other party: "Mr. Dario, it was Papa who asked me to come to see Minister Blanco."

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Dario smiled slightly, which looked strange to Victor under the dim light.

"It turns out to be Mr. Victor, good evening. If you want to see Minister Blanco, shouldn't you let my people search you first? If you bring any weapons to the minister, wouldn't that be a dereliction of duty on my part?

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This damn bastard, Victor wanted to smash Dario’s smiling face with a punch. This bastard still deserves a beating. Victor remembered the first time he met Dario, when he disliked him and Sorvino, and handed him a pair of

Shoe covers.

"Of course." Victor weighed the situation, loosened the arm around the raincoat man's neck, and raised his hands. The other three raincoat men came forward. Two of them helped their companion down, and the other man roughly pushed Victor down.

Push him to the side of the car and lie on the door facing the car.

Victor raised his hands and leaned against the car door obediently. The man in the raincoat was searching his waist, and actually reached into Victor's trouser pocket to search.

Victor was agitated and suddenly felt a sound of wind in his ears. He turned around and saw the man in the raincoat hitting his head with the butt of his gun.

"Being plotted," this was Victor's last thought before he fainted...

Dim lights, swinging fans, dilapidated rooms, and dust on the floor. This is what Victor saw when he woke up. There was a ringing in his ears. It was the sequelae of being hit on the head.

He was naked and tied to an iron chair with an iron chain.

"Hehe...hehe, it's you little guy."

This charming laugh was a bit familiar. Victor tried hard to recall it, and there appeared in front of him a figure wearing a purple evening dress, with a curvy figure, smooth long hair, and a charming face. She was Blanco's wife Farben Luisa. Victor was very happy.

It was strange that Blanco was nowhere to be seen, and why did she appear here? What made him even more strange was the two people following behind, Dario and... Ximeno!

Victor Dahan felt a deep conspiracy...